It was almost easy to forget the long road, dragons, and gold here at Beorn’s hall. The sway of luscious green grass underfoot, the warming ray of the sunshine and the gentle rhythmic hum of bees all around held you at complete ease for a moment. You were unlike other dwarves, no longer desiring the coldness of long halls of stone, but quite content with the simple pleasures of the open countryside and this was how Bilbo found you; rocking gently on the balls of your feet, your eyes closed and a wide smile on your face.
"Imagine eating some of Beorn’s honey with Bilbo and getting all sticky while laughing at each other and blushing the entire time"
Imagine the Company’s reaction to braiding your hair, a dating custom, but you don’t know the significance
You all had been lucky. After moving from one cave to the next, from one cavern to the next, you and the Company had finally settled into an old abandoned barn where you all felt safe for the night. Even still, with Bofur on the first watch as others began to settle in and you decided to keep the dwarf company during his few hours on guard. You were a nomad they had picked up along the way, a human no less, but no one had a race in this group, they were all family and more than willing to keep you around.